portosicuro's Journal

    I haven't been manic in a while. I'm almost always depressed. My mom is thrilled that the medicine makes me look like I'm better. But who cares about that? I feel like utter crap. My manic personality is watching my depressed personality and becoming vey annoyed. I never stop whinning and moaning and bitching. I can't seem to stop. PLUS my period's coming up...so this week will be just dandy.

    It's cold. I wonder if it's warm outside. I want to walk to Goodwill, but I'm not allowed alone.

    I'm really glad that I'm reading though. In a week or two, I'll be done with my summer reading and can relax for a while. I'm not too excited about reading "The Power of One". Better than the iliad...gah! poor aragon freshman.

    I feel jealous lately. Of everyone. For everyone I know, there is one thing that I'm jealous of.

    I wish more people understood what bipolar disorder was. (I've decided to make it no secret any longer. I am Bipolar. And I am unashamed of who I am.) When I tell people I wish they understood that it was more than acting mean and less than complete insanity.

    I want my mom to stop crying. It feel like it's all my fault.

    I haven't written poetry in a long time and I hate the feeling of being blocked. I just need a topic to write about and I'm off.